The sky was still dark when Claire’s phone alarm rang. On the screen, a new message appeared from an unknown number.

“Location: 734 Westburn Alley. Alone. 8 AM. Don’t be late.”

Claire sat up immediately and rushed to wake Hunter, who had fallen asleep on the couch, still wearing his jacket. His face was weary and swollen—he hadn’t even showered since the news of Hope’s abduction.

Hunter read the message once, then reached for his phone to make a call. But Claire grabbed his wrist.

“He said come alone,” Claire said firmly. “If you involve the police now, he might hurt Hope.”

Hunter clenched his jaw. “I can’t just sit...